Is My Heart Still Beating?

Hardly remember when was the last time I  felt alive, I felt my heart is beating...
Was it the last time when I saw you?
Was it the last time when I met you?
Was it the last time when I  fought with you?
Was it the last time when laughed together?
Is it  still beating? I doubt...
It is forgetting the rhythm.. the rhythm of beating with emotions...the rhythm of beating joy... the rhythm of life..
At that moment...the time is still and so is my heart!!

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Life pulls me to live it more....

                                                           

 Life pulls me to live it more....                                   By Prachi...

A new mystery of life unfolds

with every step i take ahead

At some moments..

it makes me sad.

the other moment 

it brings in the glad...

I am greedy

Time is short 

but life pulls me to live it more  ....

I am achieving and want it more...

I am  flourishing and i want it  more...

I am giving and will give whatever best i can, to every moment of life...

I am becoming more deterministic every single day and i want this more...

I want not to let die the fire within....

I want the fire to grow even more...I am becoming  stronger and will become more...

I am the same what i was...

but with the aims which were not...

Lessons to learn,

And not to repeat again..

Rectify oneself 

and no mistake remains..

Confidence and satisfaction

Mind fearless and heart full of affection....

 Life pulls me to live it more  ....

Waadein to hazar milenge , nibhane wale do -char milenge

Eitbaar soch k karna ...
Waadein to hazar milenge,
par unhe nibhane wale do-char milenge.

Waqt nhi rehta ek sa
ye sada badlta rha hai.
har waqt me jo ho ek se..
 bas kuch hi aise yaar milenge.

Bheed bhari is dunia me 
dundhna aise saathi
Jo  sada nibhaye dosti ..
Jo  humesha tera sath de 
har mushkil me tujhe apna hath de..

Is zindagi ki raah me
Milenege bahut se musafir.. 
par hoga jo wo ek musafir,
jo hoga khada tere khatir,

Wo musafir nhi...
wahi hoga bharosa tera 
aur wahi hoga saccha sathi...

Har koi karta hai dosti 
Aur har koi karta hai pyar
par jo tut k, khud ko bhul k ise nibhaye
Wahi hi hai saccha yaar.

Eitbaar soch k karna ...
Waadein to hazar milenge,
par unhe nibhane wale do-char milenge.

Think before you trust ,be choosy in making anyone special ,and be a miser in dispensing your loyalty.

सब कुछ है, बस तेरी कम सी है

सब कुछ है, बस  तेरी कम सी है,
इस अधूरेपन से ज़िंदगी थमी सी है.
पर ये अधूरापन और तेरी यादें,
जो कर देती है मुझे पूरा ,
और ले आती है फिर से
उन लमहों मे जो रोशनी सी है...

Love is beautiful

Love is beautiful ..

Everything about it is....beautiful.

That first chat or that talk ,when love even doesn't exist is....beautiful.

The disguise , that not knowing each other is....beautiful.

The friendship, the gradually growing trust is....beautiful.

meeting each other first time is....beautiful.

The rain on the first meet is....beautiful.

The beautiful talks on first dinner is....beautiful.

The way they hesitate to talk is....beautiful.

The way they look into each other's eyes all of sudden is....beautiful.

The way he found her beautiful in her simplicity, the way she found him a gentleman is.... beautiful.

The way they start showing little care towards each other is....beautiful.

The way he feels to hold her hand and walk for a while and she feels the same but they don't dare to do is....beautiful.

The Wait for each other's call after the first meet is....beautiful.

 they keep coming back to each other , getting confused , figuring out the reason behind it  is....beautiful.

The realization that she likes her, he feels the same is....beautiful.

The fear with the feeling 'she love me she loves me not' is....beautiful.

Those late night long chats , checking his each message with a great curiosity, wishing each other 'good morning' every morning, missing her if she miss to wish, expecting her call is....beautiful.

The confession of feelings is....beautiful.

The wait to meet next to each other eagerly is....beautiful.

The way he got happy  the way she feel shy when they see each other again is....beautiful.
The smiling together for same feeling is....beautiful.

The first hug , first kiss and the first touch are....beautiful.

The promises, the letters are....beautiful.

The small gifts and every single moment between them to make memories are....beautiful.

The he play his keyboard and guitar to please her , the way she cooks to please him is....beautiful.

The long drive, the laughs, the silence is....beautiful.

The first love fight is....beautiful.

The way he respect her is....beautiful.

 They inspire each other to achieve new heights is....beautiful.

The pain of knowing that they are not destined for each other is....beautiful.

He apologize and the way she soothes him on this is....beautiful.

She pretends strong but cry hard for him whole nights is....beautiful.

 He doesn't wanna hurt her by attaching her more to himself is beautiful..

 They keep coming back to each other even after pain is....beautiful.

 They rebel for their love, it is....beautiful.

She never give up on him, the way he takes pain for sake of her and try to move away is....beautiful.

 He cries without showing it to her is....beautiful.

The way they fight to separate still care about each other is....beautiful.

The phone call after a long wait is....beautiful.

The way  they separate their ways forever , the way they move on was indeed....not beautiful.

But I guess this is the beauty of love....

Not meant for everyone....

Still meant for everyone....

"मुमकिन है की कल हम न मिलें" - प्राची

इंतज़ार इतना भी न दो, 
की इन आँखों में इश्क़ का गम न मिले
मुमकिन है इन रहो में
तुम्हे कल हम न मिले..

ज़िन्दगी हा छोटी ,
वक़्त भी कम है
रहे है बहुत ,
और हमसफ़र भी क्या कम है,
मगर मुमकिन है की,
कल इन नयी राहों में
तुम्हे हम न मिले,,,,,

कल जब छुओगे उन ऊंचाइयों को ,
और पा लोगे उन मंज़िलों को
सब कुछ होगा तुम्हारे पास 
हर कोई देगा तुम्हारा साथ
पर मुमकिन है की
उन पलों को बांटने
 कल हम न मिले,

बढ़ चले हम आगें
खूबसूरत यादों का कारवां लिए
ढूंढने एक नयी मंज़िल
और एक नया हमसफ़र
क्यूंकि.....
मौत तो आणि है एक दिन
पर उससे पहले
जीने के लिए 
कुछ पल काम न मिले.....